a winter a throw away but fall is here. my birth time coming up. older and scarier. the joke played out. last laugh for fiends only. when you live in new york you are a fiend. not a bad thing. art fiend kills with brush and pen and clicks. maybe i will ride the subway incessantly on my birth time. swigging from the proverbial chalice. dusting some for the riders gone. end up at the end of time. tweak the hour. 2012 in my face. now what? well reboot and upload the essence of what i am. trying hard to get the web development beast under my skin. my challenge begins with me and ends with me.